The Bonesman lay on the ground with his eyes wide open, his vision becoming increasingly blurry. The three venomous snakes he had raised for decades suddenly rebelled against him. Unless he understood this, he would not be able to rest in peace until he died.
"Heh, do you think I will tell you?"
Yang Ji said coldly.
Just like the three venomous snakes are the Bone Master's trump card, Xiao Ji is also Yang Ji's unspeakable secret. The reason why Yang Ji dares to train with ruthless cult believers is because he has Xiao Ji, a pet that can rival a "martial artist" in the martial arts realm.
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Naturally, the fewer people who know about such a hiding method, the better. Even if it is a dead person, Yang Ji will not reveal it easily.
"Hey, okay, okay, okay!..."
The Bonesman said three good words in a row, then stopped asking, and a strange smile appeared on his green face:
"There is a person like you in the small Pingchuan County. Even people from our Tianyin Sect dare to kill. Hey, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. You don't know what kind of thing you are involved in, do you?... Don't
It’s too early to be complacent. Soon, not only you, but everyone here will die... all of you will die... all of you!..."
The Bone Maker's voice became weaker and weaker, and after a while, he finally died and remained motionless, with the weird smile still on his face.
"Everyone will die...what does this guy mean?"
Yang Ji frowned and looked at the dead body of the Bone Master with a solemn expression. Judging from what the man said when he died, it was obvious that he meant something.
But for the current Yang Ji, no matter what it is, it has nothing to do with him. With his current strength, those things are too far away and unrealistic for him. If the sky falls, there will be no one tall enough to support him.
It's up to him, who is not even a warrior, to bother himself.
"Tianyin Sect...is this the name of the cult he joined?"
A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind, but he quickly came to his senses. Rather than thinking about all these things, his current situation was the most important thing.
"Sure enough, the world is dangerous. If I hadn't had Xiao Ji help me, I might have fallen into his trap just now. My experience... is still not enough. I need to be more careful in the future."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
Thinking of the situation just now, Yang Ji couldn't help but feel a little scared. Although he had seen through the Bone Maker's tricks and even restrained his martial arts, his vision, knowledge and experience were far behind him.
Although he is not bad in talent and works hard enough, he has been living in Pingchuan County since he was born. These acquired things cannot be made up for by hard work.
"More than half a month ago, when I left the clan, I met those cult members who were dressed as beggars. Now I met them again in the mountains...these cults are really getting more and more infiltrated. I killed them.
If their person is leaked, it will be a big deal, so we should dispose of his body as soon as possible."
Many thoughts flashed through Yang Ji's mind, and he quickly came up with an idea.
The Bone Maker's body must be buried, but before that, there are other things to deal with. Yang Ji searched and found a gray chain from the Bone Maker's body.
"This is...a lot of banknotes!"
Yang Jikai took a look and was immediately surprised. There were no copper plates or silver beans in the chain. Instead, there were stacks of banknotes. There were ten taels, twenty taels, and fifty taels in denominations.
The amounts vary, and they are all small amounts, but for Yang Ji, every one of them frightens him.
"Five hundred taels...this guy actually has more than five hundred taels of silver notes!!"
Yang Ji made a rough count, and his heart suddenly started pounding, and he felt like his mouth was dry.
Although he knew that this cult member might gain something, he didn't expect so much.
"Five hundred taels of silver notes..., how come he has so many! Yes, yes,...this guy is so evil, digging up human corpses everywhere, he must hide his identity, and this money must be issued by that Tianyin sect.
He uses it as funds for activities.”
Yang Ji thought of the two "beggars" he saw that day and immediately understood.
The Han Dynasty has always tried its best to crack down on these cult believers, and exhuming human corpses will arouse public outrage once they are discovered. These people obviously need to hide their identities to avoid attracting attention.
Yang Ji searched the link and found several "household registrations" and "road guides" issued by the government. The identities on them were all "Hongshang".
"Hongshang" sells goods all over the country and travels around. Obviously, he will not arouse suspicion wherever he appears. More than five hundred taels of silver notes may be a "huge sum" for Yang Ji, but for a "traveling south and back"
In terms of "businessmen", it can actually only be regarded as quite satisfactory.
"Five hundred taels of silver..."
Yang Ji's face flushed. When had he ever had so much silver on him? The most money he had on him was only ten taels of silver he got from Zhou Kuang.
Now it has increased fifty times!
More than five hundred taels of silver, if only for food and drink, would be enough for him and the old housekeeper to spend for decades. But for Yang Ji, these banknotes obviously have other uses.
"My original plan was to take the liberal arts examination. After passing the 'Tongsheng' examination, I would rely on the support from the court and the title of Tongsheng to get rid of the shackles and suppression of the clan. This way, I would have no worries, and then I could concentrate on practicing martial arts and find a way to succeed in my career.
He became famous in the imperial martial arts examination. But now there is no need for it."
Yang Ji thought secretly, and many thoughts flashed through his mind:
"With these five hundred taels of silver notes, coupled with my ninth-level breathing strength, in the remaining four months, as long as I use it well, I may not be able to break through to the 'Martial Arts Realm'. In July,
Give it a try in the martial arts examination!"
If you want to stand out in the "Martial Arts Examination", you must at least be at the martial arts level. Otherwise, participating will be in vain. There have never been any "wutongsheng" in Pingchuan County who are below the martial arts level.
However, Yang Ji had more profound considerations. According to the rules of the Han Dynasty, scholars over the age of twenty were automatically deprived of the qualification to take the imperial examination.
If he fails this time, Yang Ji will have to wait until he is nineteen to come back again. Even if he succeeds at that time, it will be useless.
A "nineteen-year-old" "old boy", to the imperial court, obviously has mediocre qualifications and has little value for cultivation. Even if he succeeds, his achievements will be limited!
"No matter what, I must succeed"
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart. Whether it is for himself or for his father, this time he can only succeed and not fail.
In less than four months, no matter how hard you work, no matter how much precious medicinal materials you have to temper your body, it will be difficult to break through to the martial arts realm under normal circumstances. However, it is by no means hopeless.
"Baicao Pill..."
A thought passed through Yang Ji's mind.
"Baicao Pill" itself is not a panacea, nor does it have any additional effect on improving physical strength.
It itself is made from hundreds of medicinal materials, extracting the essence, and secretly making it. Its biggest function is to save martial artists time in training.
Often hundreds of kilograms of precious medicinal materials can only be refined into a few pills. Therefore, the price is extremely expensive, and even the direct descendants of many clans cannot afford to use it.
In fact, as long as you have enough patience, daily medicated baths to temper the body will have the same effect in a month, and you do not necessarily need to take "Baicao Pills".
Yang Ji had never had this idea before, but time was tight. If he wanted to rush to the martial arts realm in the remaining few months and make a splash in the martial arts examination, this was the only way.
"Although it costs a lot of money, I don't care about that much anymore."
Yang Ji thought to himself.
I searched the link again and found nothing except more than 500 taels of silver notes and "road guides".
"It seems that his level is still too low. It is not bad to have five hundred taels of silver notes."
Yang Ji thought in his heart.
After all, the Bone Maker only has the cultivation level of Breathing Realm, which is only one level higher than Yang Ji. Thinking about this kind of strength, it is obvious that his status in the sect is not high.
Yang Ji is not greedy either, and having five hundred taels of silver notes is pretty good.
"Huh? What is this?"
During the search process, Yang Ji glanced and suddenly saw a faint green flame on the right wrist of the Bone Maker, which was very bright.
The pattern is hidden by the sleeves and robe, so it is usually difficult to spot it unless it is intentional.
"Is it a sign of their cult?"
An electric light flashed in Yang Ji's mind, and he remembered the "Tianyin Sect" mentioned by the Bone Master.
"If it is really the symbol of their sect, you have to be careful in the future."
Yang Ji secretly said.
In the past, Yang Ji would not have cared to pay attention. But now the people who killed them are no small matter. The people in the cult are ruthless and have extreme behavior. Once this matter is exposed, they will probably not stop until they die. Even if they are not afraid, it will be extremely troublesome.
Yang Ji secretly noted this green flame pattern in his mind, and prepared to drag the Bone Maker's body to a remote place in the mountains for burial.
However, the moment he turned around, Yang Ji was shocked -
"who!"
Yang Ji yelled, looking at a shadow in the distance behind him in shock. This person stood in the shade of the tree like a ghost, motionless, and he didn't know how long he had been watching.
Yang Ji also has the ninth level of breathing cultivation, but he didn't feel the slightest sensation after such a long time.
"Hey, Yang Ji, you are very courageous. You even dare to kill people from the Tianyin Sect."
The visitor sneered, showing no intention of hiding. He walked slowly and walked out from the shadow of the tree.
In the long night of silence, the sound of slow footsteps on the dead leaves was very harsh.
Yang Ji tensed up and felt all the blood rushing to his face. This man had witnessed all the battles between him and the cult believers, but he actually remained silent the whole time.
The steps are approaching, one step, another step...
When the man slowly walked from the shadows into the moonlight, Yang Ji finally saw a face clearly. It was thin, cold, and exuded a chilling aura.
"Butler Zhou!"
Yang Ji's pupils shrank and he took a breath.
The visitor turned out to be a member of the Yang clan, and he was the personal butler around the eldest lady. The eldest steward was low-key and taciturn. Yang Ji had seen him once in the Discipline Hall, but he was completely unable to notice him.
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This person was like the "shadow" of the eldest lady. Yang Ji only knew that this person's surname was "Zhou", and Yang's disciples called him "Mr. Zhou Da" or "Master Zhou Da", and knew nothing else.
"Boy, I'll tell you to come out!"
Butler Zhou's eyes did not stay on Yang Ji, but looked around, as if he was looking for something.